Kids, dog, new house, all in the year 2000, I was 26 years old and working as an accountant, pregnant with my second child. My life was going as I had planned: graduated college, got a job, got married, got a dog, had children, and bought my first home. Very pregnant with my second child, my husband and I (he was a claims manager in an insurance company) decided I would take a couple months off and find a job closer to our home. It would be easy for me to find a job in my field after I had our daughter. It was a plan. Things were going according to plan until they were not. Soon after I resigned from my job, my husband was sent away on a business trip to be told his division was eliminated. My husband, who grew up in construction and had spent 10 years in insurance claims, had a vision. “I want to start a restoration company”.